Pulling Me Through Part Three

Again, I apologise profusely for the late update. With the amount of stories that I am currently writing for, I can't update as often as I used to. I am also starting yet another one that is currently in the first stages of writing, so I've got a lot of work that I'm in the middle of doing, meaning that I have had to introduce a new system to ensure that every story gets updated regularly. This means that I will probably post a chapter a month. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and please review! Oh, and RIP Mitch Lucker! Forever missed.

Lyrics: Thoughts running wild through the night as I watch you sleep. I can't help but check his texts while he's passed out next to me. I'm on some CSI behaviour, who's gonna save ya. You'll be the fool when the truth comes out.

Chapter Sixteen

Andy's POV

I had been getting angrier and angrier later. My life a few weeks beforehand had been so amazing…almost surreal. There had been mornings when I woke up by Riley's side where I wasn't sure if it was even real. I couldn't believe my luck. I was in a band that was making it big, I had two beautiful kids and I was engaged to my gorgeous girlfriend. Bet you didn't think that life could get as good as that, right?

I didn't think it could either. But it all came crashing down on me as soon as things started to go a little wrong. One small thing had managed to put almost everything on hold. CC got in that stupid car accident and everything went downhill from there.

My wedding was put on hold, my band was put on hold, and Riley had practically disappeared because she was the one to look after CC, meaning that I was the one to look after the kids all the time. And I didn't have Scout or Jake's help either anymore because they had managed to escape this stupid situation.

Yes, I was being bitter pretty much all the time now and it was because I was growing annoyed and probably selfish. Even Savannah's cuteness failed to cheer me up sometimes.

"Daddy!" I heard her call as she came trotting into the living room with her Barbie in her hand. Oh joy. More time to play Barbie's with her. This was something that I just wasn't in the mood for. Usually Riley did this part of parenting because she knew how much I hated it, but she was out again with CC.

"Daddy's tired, Sav" I mumbled as I pulled her up onto the sofa with me. "Why don't we watch some television?" She nodded happily as I put on one of the kids channels. Thank God young children were so easy to keep entertained.

After what seemed like hours of watching kids shows, the front door finally cracked open and Riley stumbled in. She looked tired…probably spent all night at the hospital…again. She didn't say hello, didn't see Savannah. She simply walked straight up the stairs.

I knew that she only did that because she was so tired, not because she had some sort of vendetta against us, but the other part of me wanted to scream, to tell her how much she was hurting us. I place Savannah in the playpen and checked on Zane in the Moses basket before grabbing the baby monitor and taking it up with me. Hell, I may be angry, but I wasn't going to start being a bad father now.

My footsteps on the stairs were hard because I was hurrying. I marched straight into the bedroom and stopped in the doorway to see Riley already lying on the bed. Man, she looked so tired.

"What do you want?" She asked sleepily. That was all she had to say.

"We need to talk" I sighed. Talking looked as though it was the last thing that she wanted to do, but she reluctantly sat up in bed.

"What about?" She asked. Jesus, she didn't even have any clue that our relationship seemed to be hanging like a thread right now.

"About us" I answered as I crossed my arms over my chest, trying my best to keep my temper intact, but I knew it wasn't going to make that much of a difference, but it was still worth a try.

"What about us?" She questioned as she began to stand up. I guess she really hadn't had a clue why I was so angry. Funnily enough, that only served to my anger.

"We don't even talk anymore" I mumbled as my face set into a hard glare. God, the way I was looking at her right now, she probably thought that I hated her. I didn't want that, but I needed her to know how pissed I was feeling right now.

"Yes, we do talk" She argued. The tired look in her eyes vanished and a glare that matched mine was on her face. Man, she looked pissed. "How can you say that!?"

"Stop snapping" I grumbled. "I didn't want to argue."

"No, you fucking wanted to argue" She snapped. "So here it is" What the hell was wrong with her? I knew it would probably just be because she was exhausted and couldn't be bothered with this, but I took it a lot more personally.

"I don't want to argue" I shouted, completely contradicting myself. "You just need to sort out your fucking priorities! We may be getting married and everything, but we still need to work at this relationship. It's not working right now!"

"I am working at this relationship" She hissed defensively. "You try having to look after CC, look after two kids and keep a relationship working. It's hard."

"Well, you're only doing one out of those three" I bit. It was a low blow, but I couldn't stop it from coming out of my mouth. "You're not looking after the kids and you're not working at this relationship."

I instantly regretted everything I said once I saw the tears brim in her eyes. Oh, I knew straight away at that moment that I had hit a nerve. I wanted to take it back so bad, but I knew that she would not forgive at that moment.

Before I even had a chance to at least try and take it back, her hand connected with my face in a sharp slap. I looked down at the floor, more out of shame than the pain. What had I done? A voice inside my head told me that what I had just said could have absolutely killed everything. I sincerely hoped that it hadn't.

She looked at me with complete disgust etched on her face. "They are my babies" She reminded. "They are my life. And you're telling me that I don't look after them?"

"That's not what I meant" I tried to rectify, but she wasn't about to let this go."

"No, what about when you were on tour?" She questioned as he stony gaze fixed on me again. "Who was there for them? Me!" Everything she was saying made so much sense. Why had I even started this argument in the first place? She was obviously going to win it. After all, she had been the one by Savannah and Zane's side when I was on tour...acting as though I had no care in the world.

"All I'm saying is that we need each other right now" I sighed as I tried to fix her with a gaze that showed her how much I loved her. "I need you, Ry." Normally, she'd let it go at that point and we'd be madly in love again, but something told me that she wasn't going to forgive me as easily this time.

"Cut that bullshit, Andy" She snapped as she shook her head at me. Yep, looks like I was right. Whatever romantic thing I said to her now, she wasn't going to let it fool her. She hated me at that moment. She wanted me away from her and she wanted time to rant to herself about how much of a dick I had been to her and, to be honest, I didn't blame her for it. If I was her, I would be thinking the exact same thing.

"I just want to know what happened to us" I whispered. "We've been through so much. What more do we have to go through?" She laughed bitterly before shaking her head again.

"Get out, Andy" She demanded. Those foul words that I hoped she had would never say cut deep like a knife.

"I didn't want to argue" I sighed sadly. Why could my temper never be controlled?

"You reap what you sew, Andy" She spat before storming out of the bedroom, leaving me standing there feeling like a fool as I stared at where she had been standing.

Riley's POV

As soon as there was no way for Andy to see me, I allowed the tears to slide down my face. I refused to allow him to see this. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction… refused to let him believe that he had won that fight.

My mind was reeling as I went to sit in Jake's old room. How the hell had that even happened? Yeah, I knew that we had been having problems lately, but I had always believed that it was just a phase that couples go through and that we would be out of the woods in a matter of weeks if not days. I had never expected him to blow up at me like that. Never in a million year would I ever expect him to act like that.

His words had hurt me a hell of a lot. He knew how sensitive I was about being a good mother for the sheer fact that I wanted to be something to my children that I never had. Mine died when I was young. I wanted my kids to remember me as being supportive. Saying I was a bad mother who wasn't there for my children was simply the straw that broke the camel's back.

He had told me that he didn't want to argue and I full believed him, but that didn't stop me from wondering what was in store for our future. I knew that he would go straight back into the loving fiancée he had been before if I would only let him, but I also knew that if I did that, we would simply go back to that argument in a vicious circle. I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't put my children through this.

God, all I wanted was to marry him and for everything to go back to the way it was before we first had Savannah and Zane. Oh, those were the days. Those were the days when things weren't as hard for us. When we were just two kids madly in love with no consequences. But I couldn't even think of a life without my two kids.

Perhaps I wasn't the kind of person to deal with responsibility well…perhaps Andy was right… perhaps I was a bad mother. And just like that, the flood of tears came back.

Ah, sorry for putting up such a frustrating and sad chapter. Regardless of the argument that they had, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I guess this is the part of the pulling me through series that has all the drama, ha ha. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and please leave a review on your way out. And if anyone has any ideas or constructive criticism please don't hesitate to tell me in a private message or review!